Enlightened [Sexual Magic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jennifer August Page B

her hands together, drank some more wine, and waited.
    “You’ve been very active on the internet,” Mason commented. “What has attracted your interest the most?”
    “A lot.”
    Mason rose and sat on the chair next to her. “How about we take a look at your computer?”
    Her eyes widened. “For what?”
    Mason slid a finger along her jawline. She shivered into his touch, and he smiled. He hadn’t even been using any of his powers. This one was perhaps more ripe than they’d even been told.
    “We want to see what sort of sites you’ve been perusing.”
    She blushed deep and rosy. “Wasn’t that in your dossier?”
    “Nope.” He shoved his hands in the front pocket of his jeans, purposefully stretching the material over his hardening dick. Her eyes fastened on his crotch.
    “Okay,” she whispered in agreement.
    “Great. Lead the way.”
    “It’s in the guest bedroom,” she said over her shoulder and headed from the room.
    As they followed her, Mason eyed the sweet curve of her hips and ass. Damn, he wanted to get her naked.
    She flipped on the light. The room was dominated by a queen bed with padded leather headboard. A sumptuous red and gold swirl-patterned comforter looked lush and inviting. Much like the woman herself.
    A pair of dark-brown nightstands flanked the bed, each adorned with a simple teardrop iron lamp. A flat panel television hung on the opposite wall, sleek and dark and looking just a bit out of place. A low-slung chest of drawers sat in front of the window, and a long desk in the same brown wood was fitted along the opposite wall. It held the computer, a stack of in-boxes, and a cup holder filled with brightly colored pens. On the wall was a corkboard tacked with more photographs.
    She sat down and booted up the computer. He pulled up a small stool and settled next to her as he eyed the pictures.
    More shots of outdoor scenes, some animals, a lot of her with a couple of other guys. His gut twisted momentarily.
    “Who’s that?” he asked casually.
    She smiled. “Joel and Ryan. Joel’s the one on the right. You can tell Ryan because he’s wearing his ‘I’m a cop, don’t mess with me’ look.”
    Mason froze and slanted a look up at Griff, who shrugged. He returned his attention to Emma and exhaled. So she had a cop friend. Big deal.
    The city was full of them. And what were the odds he’d ever meet the guy?
    The computer blared into life, and she started. Griff chuckled. Mason sent out a feeler and picked up the steadily growing thrum of passion emanating from his friend.
    He lifted a brow, and Griff returned a grin and then nodded down at Emma.
    Mason eased off the power and concentrated on the little dove next to him.
    Emma’s hand hovered over the mouse. A fine tremor raced through her, and her fingers clenched before she finally slapped the mouse and clicked a few times. Within seconds a window filled the screen.
    FetFilms scripted boldly across the monitor.
    Mason leaned closer, attention caught. The window was filled with several smaller ones showing pictures of women and men in various sexual acts. Each time she moused over one, the picture flipped through a bondage scene.
    His body responded immediately, pounding uncomfortably against his jeans.
    He cleared his throat. “So, what is this site?”
    Griff crowded behind her, hands now clasped at the small of his back. “And why do you like it? I’m very interested to see what excites you.”
    Her head bowed, and she tucked both hands between her legs. “I don’t know if I can show you.”
    “Why not?” Mason asked, pitching his voice low and soothing.
    “It’s embarrassing,” she muttered.
    “It’s not,” he countered. “It’s natural and fun. We’re here to help you explore yourself, Emma, remember? And if you don’t want to tell us in so many words, then why not show us?”
    “Start by explaining what the site is,” Griff ordered.
    She reached for the mouse again and wiggled the cursor over the title